remarkably, if not preposterously, it is now exactly (well, more or less, look you see) one half of my entire life to day that i have been fighting a rather unpleasant, somewhat sinister allegation. this is, of course, and yes once more, the allegation that i am not a 'proper' fan of Intergalactic off of Beastie Boys. yes, the stress induced or caused by this claim, which i believe to be baseless, haunts me a great deal. no, i have not considered to check myself into a hospital as a consequence, but still.
exactly what is it that i have to do, in this brave era of social media and connectivity, to prove my loyalty to the wonders of this song? for north of two decades i have stopped various dinner parties and key business meetings (of an intermediate and executive level) to hold screenings of the video. a video which, of course, only has Sabotage off of Beastie Boys to claim as a rival to being the greatest ever. well, that and Panama and Hot For Teacher off of (proper) Van Halen. on instances where it is appropriate, or i have managed a scenario in which it is appropriate, i have played Intergalactic at the correct volume and encouraged, if not overtly forced, people to show the appropriate level of respect. my stance is that, like any normal person, i am become acolyte and ambassador for the song.
much of this year has of course seen people a trifle more famous (if not more talented, and if i may say so certainly not more sexy) than moi be hounded. i speak, of course, of a failed children's tv presenter who went on to be a mediocre daytime tv show host, and that bloke off of Wales, look you see, who thought he was all posh and better than all else. sure, whatever trivialities them did (or did not do) really don't compare to the suggestion of false worship of Intergalactic, but still.
have i ever used, co-incidentally, the song Intergalactic as part of some lavish seduction routine, or other such action designed to impress someone? potentially, possibly, yes. but it's more a case of it being brilliant and wishing to spend as much of my life as possible expressing that it's amazing. should people find it interesting that i take this approach and then spend time with me, so be it. if they elect (or opt) to indulge in certain physical acts too, well, that's private.
since obtaining this four (4) track CD single variation yes, it is so that it has rarely been off the stereo. as point of fact, in instances when i (accidentally) put on a different tape (disc), it was within moments that i said "no hang on what am i doing" and put Intergalactic back on. which is happening again, right now, as i right this.
all of the tape (disc) is of course excellent. but if i were to choose a highlight, then it's track three, which is the prisoners of technology/tms 1 re-mix. most excellent sorted bangin', that is. so far as i am aware the single greatest ever presentation of Intergalactic, which is (of course) to say that one some genius did what mixes it with the theme off of (proper 70s) Battlestar Galactica, is not officially available on tape, disc or similar. a great shame.
well, time spent writing this is time being distracted from listening to Intergalactic, so let me get off. that's 25 years so far of me defending the love of the song. i am not entirely sure i have another 25 years left in me, but what time i have shall be used as an advocate of Intergalactic.
be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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